Corn-fed Fabulous

Doesn't take much to make me happy...

But apparently it takes only 4 drinks to provoke a kareoke rendition of "Best of My Love" at tenor range in front of about 100 strangers I hope to never see in public again.

I'm just saying...

I should stop drinking any alcohol, period.

iPod

In heavy rotation on the iPod lately, the list is skewed by the fast-paced songs I've listened to during cardio sessions.

 

Even my television is gay...

...because I can't seem to keep the damn thing off of Bravo TV!  I swear to God -- I cannot get away from marathon reality-tv drama-contest shows!  Who can pass up machismo lesbian weightlifters? Or uber-nellie hairdressers?  And I find myself stuck in reruns of Project Runway, seasons 1 and 2!

I find myself fascinated by this shit. I get some thrill from watching Jacklyn Smith force a queen to cut some dysmorphic model's hair with garden shears!

Maybe there's a 12-step program somewhere? 

Is this thing still on?

  Please excuse me while I try to get this site up and running. After a brief absence from weblogging, I have learned a few very important details for this next go-around:

1. Never delete all your old shit.

2. Never start off with a host you know nothing about.

3. Kiss your previous blog's name goodbye.

So here I am again, ready to use the Typepad system again for another fun-filled, action-packed, season of southern queer nonsense and random ignunce.

Just give me a brief moment to get my shit together.  Thanks ever so!